Page 15 of How The Mountain Man Stole Christmas
“What if I want you to bite?”
“I might consider it, but you’d have to get in here first.” She held the covers up from the mattress, all joking aside, showing beautiful lily-white legs.
“Are you sure you know what you’re getting yourself into Harper? If I crawl in that bed with you, it’s pretty much guaranteed things are going to happen. I want you to be sure.”
“I’m sure Fin.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. He turned the light switch off at the door but turned on the side table lamp because he wanted to be able to see every inch of her. He almost shed hisboxers too but that might make him look a little desperate. He couldn’t help it. The more he tried to keep his distance, the more he wanted Harper.
He slid in under the cool sheet but the warm contact from her silky legs against his own created a friction unmeasurable on any scale. When his hand caressed her hip as she lay facing him, he knew he was at her mercy. Her petite hand appeared on his chest with a sizzle, as if the heat of her fingers would leave a handprint on his skin afterward.
When her lips met his in a soft yet demanding kiss, he lost all other thought but her. The way her lips were soft and pliable, only a tiny bit damp. As her tongue prodded, requesting access to search for his own, he lost what was left of his control, his hands moved about her body and up under the confines of the shirt she wore.
He was powerless in her arms yet demanded control when he edged the T up past her pierced belly button to reveal the luscious breasts, he would give just about anything to caress. There were only guttural sounds and squeaks from Harper as he continued his perusal. Using both hands, he pushed the cotton barrier over her head to its resting place on the floor. The fact she wore lace undergarments just proved there was still much to learn about this woman. Before he could remove the remaining pieces, she pushed him away.
“I think it’s my turn now.” The desire emanating from her eyes had his palms sweating.
Harper, in all her lacy glory, crawled from beneath the covers, removing the covers from Fin as well and straddled his legs right below the knees. “I have to say I hadn’t taken you for a boxer briefs kind of guy but you do wear them well.” Sheemphasized her statement with a finger trailing across the bulge in his briefs. The moan that escaped Fin’s lips made her smile.
“I guess we both have our little secrets huh?” Fin punctuated his statement by circling his finger around a lace covered nipple.
“Lace is my weakness.” Harper shrugged her shoulders.
“Trust me, mine too.” Then in a swift move, Fin sat up, dragging Harper closer to straddle his thighs and encircling his arms around to the clasp of her bra. “This piece has to go.” Within seconds, swift fingers had worked the metal hooks and the bra found its’ home on the floor next to the discarded T-shirt.
“You are so beautiful.” He didn’t’ give her time to respond before his mouth was on one of the rosy peaks while his hand tweaked the other. She gasped but pushed herself into his embrace.
“Mm…that feelssogood.”
Before she could get too comfortable, his lips had popped from the first and found the second sensitive nub. His constant change in pressure on her nipples had her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
“Fin I can’t take much more of that.” Again, not needing to be told twice, he circled her waist with his hands and lifted her off of him and into the center of his bed. It was his turn to straddle her legs.
“It’s time to get rid of this last piece of lace Harper.” Fin had his fingers looped in the thin strip of material riding low on her hip. She leaned back against her arms, raising her hips, giving him permission and a dare with the devilish look in her eyes to take it off himself. Once he’d pulled them over her thighsand down her silky legs, he stood at the end of the bed and slowly removed his boxers, a small strip tease just for her.
“Awe, I wanted to do that for you.”
“I’m sure but if you touched me right now, it’d be all over. This way, it helps me keep what’s left of my self-control.” He crawled back onto the bed, spreading her legs wider the closer he got. He didn’t stop until his body molded exactly with hers, his lips covering hers, his shaft teasing at her wet opening. When her arms crept around his shoulders, he entered her in one swift thrust. The rest became a blur of bittersweet ecstasy.
As they relaxed a time later, too exhausted to move from being wrapped around each other, Fin noticed his alarm clock read after midnight. Kissing her softly he murmured, “Merry Christmas Harper.”
***
Waking up to shrill screams from three-year old’s running in the hallway made Harper take stock in how far she’d come in her life. She’d come from having nothing and no one to waking in the arms of a man she’d met only a week ago and somehow fallen in love with. It didn’t seem real. The type of thing that only happened in a romance novel. Afraid to open her eyes and it all turn into a dream, she moved her arm only to realize the arm lying across her stomach wasn’t her own.
I’m not dreaming.She couldn’t help but smile. And if he wasn’t a dream then everything, she remembered about last night wasn’t a dream either, including the sore muscles from a few positions she’d never known about.
“What are you smiling at beautiful?” Oh boy did she love that raspy voice first thing in the morning. Especially from less than a foot away. She turned her head in his direction.
“Just happy that last night and waking up next to you this morning wasn’t a dream.”
“It definitely wasn’t a dream, and I swear I could get used to this.” She giggled when he pulled her closer to him, his excitement pushing at her stomach.
“Down boy, we don’t’ have time for that right now. I’m sure if we don’t surface soon, Hayley and Kelsey will be in here after us. I heard Kaleb say they couldn’t touch a thing until we were down there too.” Not that she wanted to leave the comforts of Fin’s warm cozy bed. Ever. They were probably far from that stage though. She couldn’t help but remember that Santa letter she’d left in the red mailbox at the post office. How were all her wishes coming true?
“Too much contemplation lady. Those wrinkles on your forehead make it look like you’re working that brain of yours awfully hard. What’s on your mind?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Are you ready for presents?” She knew he’d written one himself, but she really didn’t want to discuss her Santa Letter with him. She watched as Fin crawled out of bed, bare as the day he was born and god awful handsome. She couldn’t help but stare.
